Hell's Angel

Chapter Nine

*Later that day...Azazel's PoV*

"I already apologized like a dozen times, Murmur!"

Murmur only glared at me, making me inwardly wince from the intensity of her amethyst eyes. She picked up another broken piece from the foundation of her waterfall and let it hang from her hand, one eyebrow raised as she stared at me. I winced outwardly this time as she threw it onto the pile of other broken pieces in the middle of her room and crossed her arms. "I heard you but, sorry doesn't fix my room!"

I groaned, knowing that I was going to have to fix her room after the massive damage I did to it. Looking around again, I took stock of what was damaged and what I needed to repurchase for Murmur. Even though the rooms for us Fallen are "magical", the items inside are not. Everything was brought in from different places, either from the mortal realm centuries ago or from a storage center Lucifer keeps down here for the "special objects". He likes a lot of shiny and expensive things, what can I say? But, not everything in the storage area are just objects...that's another story for another time, though. I sighed and mentally took note of everything I had destroyed.

The waterfall was completely trashed, the bricks torn out from the floor and thrown everywhere. Murmur had stopped the water from flowing thankfully but, couldn't prevent the damage. The pillows were ripped apart, feathers strewn across the dirt floor and the earthy colored fabrics ripped into fine shreds. All of the plants were uprooted, their roots breaking up the ground as they had been growing in this room for a long time. The beautiful ceilings lights, decorated so that they appeared to be torches that hung down, were all torn down, bursts of light sputtering from some of them every so often. I had even managed to get into Murmur's closet and ruin every gown in there...whoops.

"You are fixing every damn inch of this room, Azazel, do you hear me?!" Murmur yelled at me, throwing a brick at my head. Ducking, I sheepishly looked at her and nodded, not daring to even speak for fear of yet another brick being thrown at my head. She huffed and looked away, gazing at her ruined room, apparently accepting my answer. Trying to not risk her wrath once more, I began to pick up the pillow fabrics and put them all into one pile. It was too bad I ruined all of these, they were really nice throw pillows, a gift to Murmur I heard from some Egyptian Pharaoh a few centuries ago. She got a lot of tokens from important people long ago, her being the fallen who would take the souls of the dead away. I suppose people believed if they got on her good side, she would protect them. From Hell or death or something else, I don't know. Murmur doesn't like to talk about the past much, which is understandable.

I mentally called some souls to the room and, in a minute, they appeared, their pale ghostly form slowly solidifying until they were a being once more. Fallen Angels are allowed, if they so wish, to take a few souls from Hell that they deem worthy to help them do small tasks that we ourselves do not have the time to carry out. Some fallen view them as slaves and treat them as such, which is a fate worse than death, I believe. Others, like Murmur and myself, view them as the beings they once were; they may not be as important or as powerful as we are but, they do jobs that we do not wish to do or just can't do. These few souls that I called are a small collection of workers that I put together; I have another group that takes down notes if I am unable to see all the people in my sector. Murmur is about the same except instead of workers, she has dressmakers.

The small group of five workers bowed slightly to me and I waved my arm around the room, covering my face with the other hand. They looked around and chuckled at the disarray and chaos; I would laugh with them but, I'm sure Murmur would light my ass on fire if I did. The leader, named Cole, stepped forward and, with another chuckle, asked jokingly, "So, Sir, you lose your temper again?" I groaned, removing my hand from my face and nodded, the result being the workers laughing again. I rolled my eyes at them but smiled before saying, "Yeah, just a tad, if you can tell. Look, can you guys just fix this mess?" They all laughed but agreed and got to work immediately, the room soon filled with the sounds of construction.